Flash Fiction: Scribbling on a Paper napkin in a bar...

Julio and the storm: This is the Flash fiction I wrote on a paper-napkin a few days ago during a party at a city bar.

The city slept. Everythig looed perfect as Julio finalized his plans. A smile played on him as he walked to the Imperial hotel. The stolen watch jingled in his pockets. Fresh soap mingled with overpowering cheap perfume seeped through his new clothes, reflecting solicitously. A pair of shiny white shoes took the twenty four year school-dropout past gleaming cars into the lobby. An hour later, smelling different, but in the same clothes, he walked out. He could no longer feel the watch. The white lady, Sarah Jones, is dead, he murmured into his cell. Petrified, he saw Sarah Jones, smiling from across the road. She was holding a cell. Julio felt her disconnect in his ears. He knew he had been tricked. Behind him, a police jeep siren grew like a hungry wave in a sea storm.